Revan, Once More - 1.3
Revan had many masters, many teachers, and she had learnt of all the forms of lightsaber combat. She understood the speed of Ataru, the dual nature of Juyo - but it was the sixth form, Niman that called to her. Her powerful force abilities, blended with her gift for tactical intuition, allowed her to use the unmatched flexibility of the form to it's fullest extent, as did her use of two blades. The dark Jedi in front of her lept backwards, soaring as if suspended by wires. A few members of the bridge crew had tried to draw their weapons, but at the sight of Bastila and Juhani's lightsabers, they decided that their support for their master would only be moral.
She leapt into the air, following the darksider and pelting him with a rain of small force projectiles, ripped from the roof of the bridge. His dual bladed lightsaber twisted and spun in mid air, but he was soon overwhelmed by the assault. Then, Revan struck. She sent out an extremely powerful force push, slamming the darksider backwards into the wall. He was able to brace himself with the force, and so was not killed by the blow, but he struggled to stand.
"Wh-what are you!?" He cried out, and Revan walked forwards. He swung debris at her wildly, drawing deeply on the Dark Side. She deflected them, almost lazily. The bridge crew ran for cover, though her two companions kept an eye on them.
"I am a Jedi, not a half trained child as you are used to fighting." Revan said, and then she simply seemed to
appear in front of the darksider, her cyan blade sweeping low. He brought his saberstaff into a vertical position to block, and he manoeuvred it to block her second blade. In the space between heartbeats, with a speed only possible by drawing heavily upon the Force, Revan deactivated her orange lightsaber for the smallest of moments. It slipped past the darksider's guard, and flickered back to life; decapitating the darksider with a powerful sweep.
Revan stood perfectly still as the man's headless body fell forward, and as the entire bridge went silent. She deactivated her sabers, attaching them to the twin magnetic hilts on her belt, then turned to face the rest of the bridge crew.
"I trust there shall be no further need for violence?" She asked, over the headless body of their once feared leader.
Meanwhile, down in Engineering, Canderous took up position with his enormous blaster, as Carth detonated the plasma mine on the security door. It was rendered into nothing but slag, and Canderous wasted no time in opening fire. Blasterfire answered him, but it simply seemed to bounce of his shields as he mowed down the men in white plastoid armour that opposed him. Carth and HK-47 laid down covering fire, the droid taking out anybody who looked important. An unarmoured officer went down first, his head exploding like an overripe melon, and then a trooper with a special shoulder guard.
Carth tossed a frag grenade through what had once been the security door, ripping through what remained of the defenders. The way to the engine room was now clear. They advanced, taking half a dozen terrified techs prisoner and securing the ship's reactor.
By this time, they also had control of the hangar bay, thanks to Mission slicing the doors closed and locking the enemy out of their own hangar bay after closing the bay doors and slicing them closed to trap any fighters or transports the ship was carrying.
Revan stood on the bridge, pondering what she had found. The man's lightsabre had been odd - it was small for a double blade, and had a circular ring around it's hilt. Neither the bridge crew nor the troopers wore uniforms she recognised, yet they bore the marks of a uniform all the same. Could this be a previously undiscovered civilization? Yet they spoke basic, and their technology, though lacking in some areas and more advanced in others, was familiar. There was something deeply off about this.
"You, the one with the hat. Where are we?" She asked, gesturing to the most important looking member of the bridge crew from what had once been the ship's command chair.
"Isolyan!" He squeaked, and Revan frowned beneath her mask. That was a mid-rim world - and a staunch member of the Republic. Something was wrong here.
"What nation do you serve, in what navy do you fight?" She asked. A suspicion was beginning to form in her mind, yet she dared not believe it. And so the man explained the existence of the Galactic Empire, the fall of the decadent Republic and the rise of a strong, new Empire. He explained how the Jedi had turned on the Republic, and cowered as he did so. Revan had been planning to simply steal a ship and return to the Republic, but there was no longer any Republic to return too. No admonishing Jedi masters, no senators and not an ounce of freedom.
All her labors, all her sins; had they been for nothing? This Emperor was a Sith, or some other kind of dark side user - she was sure of it. And yet he had not conquered the Republic by force of arms, by beating it into submission. He had been
elected.
Revan kept her emotions under an iron grip in that moment, as she contemplated her next move. She felt the slithery power of the Dark Side within her attempt to slip it's bonds, but she did not let it. She would not allow it free, she could not. She felt Taris again, and Duros and Duxun and all the other worlds she had felt burn through the Force. All the lives she had felt extinguished, all the lives she had ended.
She would not allow it all to be for naught. She had fought too long and too hard to save the Republic from the menace of the true Sith, sacrificed too much, to allow it to fall to a coup. She felt Bastila's hand on her shoulder, and calmed herself. She felt the rest of the ship surrender to them, and a plan begin to form in her mind. It wasn't a true capital ship, or even a cruiser, but this ship could be a start. Surely there were others out there who opposed the Empire.
Did she dare? In the end, that was the question. She could escape, slip away and try something more subtle. But she was a commander of fleets, of armies, and with a real ship she could do so much more than she could with a stolen shuttle.
[x] - Take the ship over, send any crew who won't join you to the planet below in the escape pods and begin to try and bring down the Empire. You are the greatest of the Jedi Generals, victor of both the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil Wars and this Emperor has never faced anything like you before.
[x] - Now is not the time to act. You must not be obvious or blatant, even though this is an opportunity. There will be others. Steal a shuttle and escape the system. 
